"Well, I'm worse off than you are; and I'm not making a fuss. If the police come they'll arrest me," said Victoire.
"Perhaps they've arrested him," said Bernard, in his shaky voice.
"Don't talk like that," said Victoire fretfully. "Isn't it bad enough to wait and wait, without your croaking like a scared crow?"
She started again her pacing up and down the room, twisting her hands, and now and again moistening her dry lips with the tip of her tongue.
Presently she said: "Are those two plain-clothes men still there watching?" And in her anxiety she came a step nearer the window.
"Keep away from the window!" snapped Charolais. "Do you want to be recognized, you great idiot?" Then he added, more quietly, "They're still there all right, curse them, in front of the café. . . . Hullo!"
"What is it, now?" cried Victoire, starting.
"A copper and a detective running," said Charolais. "They are running for all they're worth."
"Are they coming this way?" said Victoire; and she ran to the door and caught hold of the handle.
"No," said Charolais.
